The city was just the beginning.
Rei's eyes scanned the horizon, the remains of the once-bustling capital now nothing more than a crumbling monument to his new reign. The streets that had echoed with laughter were now silent, save for the whispers of those who remained in the shadows—fearful, uncertain of what Rei had become. But no longer would they wonder. The world would soon know the power of the Blood Sovereign.
Rei clenched his fist, feeling the surge of power through his veins. The storm of blood that had marked the first of his victories still raged inside him. It was a force unlike any he had ever known. This was his power, built from the blood of the fallen, from the souls of those who had dared to oppose him. And it was just beginning.
Kael approached, the sound of his footsteps a reminder of the army that Rei had already started to build. The Bloodbound were more than just soldiers—they were warriors, part of him, bound to his will by blood and loyalty. With each passing day, Rei's influence grew. The foundations of his Blood Castle were being laid even now, the redstone walls rising in the distance, a symbol of what he would soon control.
"You've been quiet," Rei said, his voice low. "What's on your mind?"
Kael remained silent for a moment before speaking. "You've made your mark, Sovereign. But there's one thing we must consider."
Rei looked up at him. "What?"
Kael's crimson eyes were unreadable, his expression heavy. "The gods aren't going to let you get away with this. They'll send everything they have. And your army… it's still small."
Rei smiled, though the expression didn't reach his eyes. "Small? No. It's just the beginning."
His hand extended, and the Blood Soldiers at the base of the castle's construction turned, their eyes locking with his. At his command, they stepped forward, blood swirling around them like tendrils. They weren't just soldiers anymore. They were his fist, his shield, his destiny.
> [Blood Sovereign Army: 145 Soldiers]
[Sovereign Command: Complete]
[Blood Castle Core: Constructing]
The Blood Castle was not just a fortress—it was his empire in the making. A place where he would rule, not as a god, but as the true ruler. The only one who had the strength to take the world by force.
"They'll come," Rei said softly, his gaze now focused on the horizon where the last light of the sun dipped below the mountains. "But it doesn't matter."
He turned toward the growing fortress, the crimson spires reaching higher into the sky. A castle born of blood, forged from power, built on the bones of the gods he would one day tear down.
"We'll be ready."
As Rei's army continued to build, his blood grew stronger. The soldiers were no longer just warriors—they were pieces of his very will. The blood that flowed through them was his own. The same blood that had once been bound by mercy, now coursing through his veins with a singular purpose.
But even as his power surged, a faint whisper lingered in the back of his mind. A question that refused to go away.
What have you become?
[Blood Sovereign's Command: 12% of World Controlled]
[Warning: Alignment Shift – Tyrant Path Detected]
[Next Milestone: Complete Regional Domination]
Rei didn't answer the question. Instead, he walked toward the heart of the Blood Castle, his voice cold and resolute.
"I've become what this world deserves."
The gates of the castle creaked open as he entered, the interior already forming into a grand hall. This was where he would make his stand—where he would reshape the world according to his will.
The gods would come. They would challenge him.
But Rei would be ready. The Blood Sovereign had made his choice.
And nothing would stand in his way.